Tweezy Duz It - Win Again Lyrics

Yeah
I done took too many L's, I wanna win again And when I'm riding by myself, I wanna spin a bin
I want trophies on the shelf, and opps in the wind
Got some bodies on my belt, glocks and FN's

I got niggas in the dirt, and niggas in the pen
Couple niggas really hurt me like they didn't sin
But we ain't perfect, I been working with my pad and pen
Open up that door, then murk em, let that savage in

Okay, ship it to my crib, I bring that package in
Nigga done got hit up with his brother, now they matching twins
I say what the f*ck I want, don't care about who my ass offends
I can't even call them niggas haters, man, yo ass a fan

Ali took a bullet to the dome, but he ain't die
Now I wish the nigga that did it could come home, so he could fry
They set up Cali-Cal, I never got an answer why
But they knew he was pushing P's, and niggas greasy, I ain't gon' lie

Then junior hurt my feelings, smoking blues, he smell like cat piss
It's tragic, cause he came from stuffing blues up in the mattress
Shit is crazy, man, I think the whole world is going insane
I fill my brain up with liquor, then I drink away the pain

But I lost two niggas like that, won't get em right back
Now let a nigga speak on them names, put em on Vicap
Beyonce had them bitches go sing, give em a nightcap
Can't see me in no shackles and chains, nigga I might snap

Might blackout and pull a strap out, and it go blakow
Go Manny Pacquiao and put the smack down, nigga get packed out
Facts now, I'm living better than I ever did
But still I need more cheddar mozzarella, I got hella kids

I'm strapped up with a cig, really, better not play with the kid
Billy, Uzi right here on my hip, Philly, put some hot shit on your lip
Chili, put some more ice on my wrist, chilly, pop a nigga in his ribs
Willie, I'm tryna get Weezy rich, a milli, do stranger things with them sticks like Millie

Giving out game like I'm Gille, not many niggas gonna listen, Achilles
Be torn apart and I'll be standing like Kobe, say how you solid, you abandoned, your homies say how the f*ck
Never mind that, put his head in his pants, where his mind at
Throw the nine in the river, can't find that, don't get caught cause you can't get that time back

I remember splitting food with niggas, smoking my pack
But I won't speak on that, man I can get into that mode and let the reaper rap
I let a nigga think he's safe, like he got away, then catch him with a sneak attack
I need my pockets Peter fat, niggas say they on my wig

It's like they walking out of Lids, man, I can see the cap
These niggas soft as fetus, facts, so I'ma feed them packs
Of 223's, think I'm signed to Jordan, how I shoot with these
Stupid asses, laughing like the Joker, shoot the Ruger, pass it

Do the math, it's true to masses, back door with they Judas asses
I done took too many L's, I wanna win
So Lord forgive a nigga if I sin, amen